The "Be My Valentione!" Creative Writing Contest (NA) - OFFICIAL ENTRY THREAD

[Rexaius]

Dear Y’shtola,

The seasons turn, Mameshibae the realm over bark in the new year, and once again I’ve found myself Goaded into assisting with the Valentione’s Day celebration, all for the promise of Lisette’s perennially inedible chocolate (which, utterly lacking in flavor or nutritional content, can unaccountably be exchanged for partially complete airborne home furnishings). House Valentione has seen fit to install a large and elaborate course tended by oddly violent Moogles for the purpose of determining romantic compatibility. (Incidentally, have you been hearing the grumblings of adventurers still hoping for a house in the Lavender Beds, Infuriated at this extravagant use of public land?)

Which brings me to my point: my dear Y’shtola, thinking back on the friends and strangers with whom I’ve run through that maze, I confess I wish that it had instead been you tethered to me by a proximity-sensitive beam of light. Since that stormy evening a lifetime ago, when we first met on that ship to Limsa Lominsa, I’ve been smitten with your beauty, your intelligence, your impressive collection of elevated footwear.

Sometimes, when the two of us have been in The Rising Stones together, I’ve fancied that, when our gazes chanced to meet, your eyes would linger on mine just a moment longer than would those of a disinterested colleague, though it’s admittedly become harder to tell for sure since your incident with the Lifestream.

Like Titan, my heart lies exposed before you, glistening with the overmeldings of a dozen Grade VI Materia of Love, a Holmgang of affection binding it to yours. Would you grant me the Clemency of knowing my feelings are reciprocated, or am I Doomed to find my Spirits Within diminished by a mere Circle of Scorn?

In short, would you be my Valentione?

Yours,
Rexaius Thundersoul


Character Name: Rexaius Thundersoul
World: Balmung
Prize Selection: Noble Barding

[DirjelJunshin]

Dear Minfilia's dress:

You are a magnificent work of art. You show just the right amount of skin to be sexy, but still strong. You look like you could hold up in a fight without restricting movement.

Someday, I want to be inside you.

Love,
Ensu Verna, Jenova

(I'd like a bluebird earring please)

[LadyCelestius]

Ser Aymeric de Borel,
By the Twelve, I hope you never read this. I’m not exactly the best with words, and I would be beyond embarrassed to have you read anything I put on parchment. However, I know I’m better off putting my feelings into words. I don’t expect that the words will be all that meaningful since I’m really better at rambling than putting a sentence together into cohesive thought. I’ll do my best, but really I’m already failing.
I’ve admired you from the moment we met. I’ve seen the way you lead your people. Not through fear faceless loyalty, but with an accepting nature that draws them to you. They don’t follow you because they must, but because they want to. You lead by example, working alongside those who would follow you rather than give direction from a distance. You have welcomed into your inner circle those that others would have shunned.
Beyond admiring your leadership, I can’t help but be drawn to simple conversation with you. Though there have been rare chances to talk about much of anything besides the dire straits we find ourselves in from one day to the next. Still, I’m enchanted by the way you manage to keep levity despite circumstances and, from a more superficial standpoint, the very sound and cadence of your voice.
Of course, there are a lot of superficial reasons to be attracted to you, but I was trying to not to be so shallow. Your easy smile and bright eyes, the way you hold yourself with poise and grace.
I’ll stop here since I feel like I’m starting to ramble and I would hate to make you suffer through that. Thank you for tolerating this, and for your constant inspiration.

With all respect and sincerity,Rowen Adlebrandt

Written by Rowen Adlebrandt of Cactaur. If I am selected, I would like the Noble Barding. Thank you for your time.

[Mitchi]

My dear X'rhun Tia,

As I write this, I'm currently on a ship en route to the east. I dare not say more though. But that tidbit isn't why I'm writing. My reason is, well, because I miss you.

That's really all it is, I miss you a lot. I'm sitting here surrounded by an endless sea of blue, and all I can think of is how the sky is the same color as your eyes. And just like every time that I rush off on an adventure, I wonder if it'll be the last time I see you, If you'll still be there when I get back. I'm sick of just leaving everything up in the air.

I adore you. I may be a keeper of the moon, but you bring sunshine to my life. You've always treated me as an equal, and not as some errand girl, like everyone else seems to do. Being the warrior of light is tiring, but those few moments I get with you rejuvenate me. Your smile, the sound of your voice, even the way your tail swishes, tiny things like these make me feel at peace. When I'm with you, I can just forget about my destiny and my duty. I can just be me, a girl whose heart has been stolen away by a roguishly handsome swordsman.

I'm not sure when I'll return, but until I do, I'll carry you in my heart as I strive to liberate your home.

Your student,
Zwerivelle

PS
Please train Arya to dodge better. She's not very good at getting out of the way of enemy fire.


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Zwerivelle Lumei - Omega
I'd like bluebird earrings if I win please!

[aramente]

Dear Arenvald,

I’m sure our past selves would fail to recognize us as we are now. A simple shepherd woman and refugee, now slayer of eikons and liberators of countries. Our paths may have began similarly, yet there were many twists and turns before our destinies began to weave together upon meeting in the Waking Sands, that fateful day. I thank the Twelve every moment they allowed our narratives to be shared, especially in delivering a land rightfully ours from the Empire. How lucky was I to have you at my side.

There are simply not enough words in our common language to describe how my heart brims with pride for you and your triumphs. Forgive me for failing to hide my tears of joy as I witnessed you waving the banner of Ala Mhigo, signaling an end to an era of strife and oppression. In my defense, I’m sure A'aba and Aulie would have done the same.

Arenvald — I am so proud of you. A Garlean “mutt” you are no longer. And should anyone, ANYONE refer to you as such, they’ll have to answer to me, do you understand?

You are more. You are so, SO much more to me. You are a scion, a hero, but most importantly, my friend and I hope more than a friend, if you allow so. No pressure, unless you don’t see me like that then ignore this completely—

No matter where you choose to spread your wings, Gyr Abania or Eorzea, I hope to be beside you, always.

In my thoughts,
Felda Wingates

P.S. —And please—do give yourself more credit. This is the Warrior of Light gushing about your accomplishments, after all. Take pride!


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Felda Wingates (Ultros).
Bluebird Earrings, please!
God, I've stanned this boy since 2.0 it's about darn time.

[Kirete]

M'naago,

I am sure this letter will arrive far too late and at the most inconvenient of times. If my luck is truly as awful as I fear, years will have gone by before you see the words I have chosen to pen here. But, luck or no luck, I am struck by the urge to write to you.

The day we first met, I will confess that I held no thoughts of attempted friendship. All I saw was an injured Miqo’te, dressed in the hodgepodge gear of an Ala Mhigan rebel, begging for our aid. I knew your plight, but took it as just another incident.

But as you recovered, as we spoke with each other, something sparked. A flare of trust sprang from within me, a flare I had not dared to feel since before the end of the Dragonsong War. After the Baelsar’s Wall incident, I became preoccupied with other troubles. It was not until we met again that my thoughts returned to you.

As we fought together in the liberation, I began to see you as someone more than a friend. I saw someone I could call “sister” without shame. When you asked me to aid you in providing for the orphans and widows, full glad was I to say, “Yes.”

All this foolishness is to say this, Naago: you are as family to me. A blessing in trial and peace. A lamp in darkness and shade in summer. I have truly come to love you as a sister and friend with whom I may share my heart.

May your steps be sound,
Kirete Inaiseishin

P.S. – And tell the material supplier to see if they can get some halfway decent components next time. Maybe then you will let me make more than a handful each week.

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Letter penned by Kirete Inaiseishin of Ultros. If selected as the winning entry, the preferred prize is the Scarf of Wondrous Wit.

[Cacophony]

To my dearest V'kebbe,

Oh Menphina, you have blessed me with a sight rivaling even thine own! For each day on the peak of the sun's warm embrace, you provide me with a hallowed visage that I am unable to return a thousand times over. I lose myself in the abyss of her dusky violet eyes, I freeze, bound by her enrapturing gaze. I am taken to the farthest reaches of the heavens by the scent of her crimson hair, blowing loosely in the salty winds of the Rhotano coasts. Her stance, confidently and unwarily oblivious to the scores of unready souls she has captivated into hopeless admiration. Her skin, offering but a glimpse into the forbidden delights reserved for a privileged few.

Every turn of the sun I walk to the Bismarck, on the dawn's first bell. Contributing my humble riches to the culinarians working tirelessly, so that she may be gifted with the most delicious finger sandwiches to be found on this corner of Hydaelyn. To insist on complete discretion so that my ardor for her be not prematurely revealed. For what do I have to offer her but less of what she so wholeheartedly deserves. No, the revelation of my adoration for her shall only be brought to her attention when I can rightly honor her otherworldly gifts.

Oh, my V'kebbe, how much more must I toil? How much longer must I silently admire you? Until I am able to dedicate myself wholly to you? To hear my name leave thy lips in modest gratitude, to feel thy warmth, to finally love not from afar, but in intimate closeness and in witness to all.

Forever and truly yours,
D.N.

Danielle Nightingale of Leviathan
Prize: Scarf of Wondrous Wit

[Nymians]

My Dearest Eos,

We’ve been through a lot together you and I, from low level dungeons to savage raids you have always been helping me from behind. Though sometimes I feel like I ruin too many things due to my tendency to get overly heated making situations broil over. Yet it dawns on me that regardless of that you always whisper nothing but encouragement and give me the warmest of embraces. That’s without saying you and I haven’t had our fair share of arguments, sometimes you don't listen to me when I ask you to do certain tasks. And at other times I drain the energy out of you. However, we sustain each other and even if our relationship is too much of an eye for an eye; I hope you know that no matter how many times I use dissipation, my love for you never will.

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Nina Arcane l Coeurl
Scarf of Wondrous Wit

[Sara_Zeal]

Sasara Sara of Ultros
Noble Barding
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Dearest Nanamo Ul Namo,

I hope this day finds you well. It seems we are fated to live in tumultuous times, and I know the departure of Raubahn still troubles you. He was my commander as well, and is a good man. He will do right by the Ala Mhigans, and you were right to send him to them, but I know it must have been hard regardless. We have had to make many hard choices since that fateful day we first met under the Sultantree.

In truth, in that encounter, I hadn't thought much of you. Some spoiled noble brat, perhaps. But then, I was hardly any better, a petty sellsword come to Ul'dah with gil in her eyes. Of course, I was mistaken. I came to realize that, and to realize many things about myself as well, at the banquet that soon followed, when I had a chance to talk to General Aldynn. He was the one who told me of your efforts on the behalf of the people of Ul'dah.

I think it was those words which convinced me that I had a responsibility to the people of Ul'dah, and indeed, to all Eorzea. There are those who call me a “warrior of light” because of my gifts, but it was your struggle which showed me the light. You of course know all that came thereafter. War, tragedy, desperation... and triumph. I believe both of us have accomplished much in those days that followed, despite many setbacks.

If I might be so bold, if you have a free moment in the coming days, we could spend it together. Perhaps I could prepare your favorite dishes again? I very much enjoy your company, dearest Nanamo, and I hope to share in it again soon.

-Your Sasara Sara

[KuroSolaire]

Dear, Women of Eorzea or better known as the Gems of Eorzea.

Ahoy, there. It's your faithful Captain of the Five Seas at your beckoning reach. I could sit here and write about the radiance you all simply bestow but I feel, I'm short worded. Valentione is coming around the corner and my one solid golden eye manages to scout out all the pleasurable delights you leave revealed, for when I anchor down my sturdy sails.

I take it as my duty to ensure you're fulfilled with happiness and never dreadfully left alone upon any occasion when my offering hand is left open to grasp to escort you. Allow my words to navigate to your beating hearts and enlighten them with captivation. For it is you, that is the pristine and prime definition of being a treasure, I seek. Allow me, to leave with joyous memories and a smile upon your lips, a token of our shared heart filled a day with the ripest of roses between your fingertips. I'll await your answer by the pier.

Loved, Captain Kuro Solaire

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Written by - Kuro Solaire of Balmung.
If chosen as a winner - Prize : Ahriman Choker.